Warnings: slash, MPREG, insinuated baby-making activities, random stupidity... and of course, the killer, this is my first yaoi/slash and just about any fic (on my own)...so it definitely sucks beyond belief, but I'm trying...

Summary: Sirius and Remus think it's about time they tell Harry about their secret relationship as well as a few other secrets. But just like all things in life... some things are easier said than done...

Genre: Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: Don't own HP or its' characters, just the plot.

A/N: Consider this an alternate reality where Sirius didn't die. It's also a bit AU because I don't think that Harry's parents...erm...you'll find out. This fic is also takes place after Voldemort's death. I apologize if anyone is insulted by the contents of this fic and hope that you all read the warnings. FLAMES ARE DEFINITYLY ACCEPTED.

SECRET TELLINGS

Day 1

"Don't you mean 'Night 1'? I mean seriously, Remus, it wasn't that much of a day anyway."

"Please Sirius you're giving me a headache...Plus, it doesn't have to be a full day for it to count as one; I'm just saying that's what it should be. It took a whole week for all of this to happen and frankly when were you one for correct information? I mean you're one to talk! Aren't you the same man who once wrote in an essay on the creation of wizard kind for Professor Binns' History class '...all wizards and witches came from the first wizard and the first witch who came together in a way my mother wouldn't tell me Which makes me wonder, would you mind telling me how they cametogether...'"

"Oh please! I was nothing but an ickle 2nd year when he asked for that essay, plus I was right wasn't I! Think about it! To start a whole race or species you start out with the first two halves of it and then they get their thing on, and voila!"

"That has got to be the most idiotic thing I've ever heard of, Sirius! Hello! Have you forgotten!?! Merlin...the greatest and only Wizard in the medieval times? Does that name ring a bell at all in that thick head of yours? But anyways, that wasn't nearly as bad as what you've done now! So shut up and lets get this over with."

"What are you talking about? So I let it slip to the your therapist that...well, I let it slip that the cause to all of your 'stress' came from us trying to tell Harry our little secret..." Sirius was beginning to squirm just thinking about how horrible things had gotten.

"Well just be glad it's all over and done with. Once we write down all about the week and how things came about we need never think of this again. Which reminds me; go look up a spell to make sure that this letter burns to flames after he reads it, in our next group therapy session. Wouldn't want to leave any incriminating evidence..." Remus right eye was already twitching thinking of all the embarrassment and fun the Weasly clan would have with all of this and thought. Dear Merlin please don't let Tonks and the rest of them be there!

Sirius' thoughts on the other hand were on wondering what Remus was thinking about. But as that got a bit boring after the first 10 minutes he decided to get on that spell Remus wanted.

Right-o then... from the looks of things, it seems my dear Remmy-poo is thinking of things that aren't too pleasant. Oh well. Aha! Found it.

The most devious of smiles took over Sirius' handsome features. He looked from his wand and the book with the spell and then at Remus' glazed look and the letter. Oh how horrible it would be of me... to not test this spell out first!

"AHH... SIRIUS!!" Remus had a rude awakening from his thoughts. All he knew was that, the letter he'd been working on for hours was now gone to the flames. He might've thought it was some kind of accident if it hadn't been the fact that he'd seen Sirius' back as he ran as fast as he could from the room. Leaving him, alone to try and remember the charm to put out the fire. Once everything got back to normal ('Whew, at least I saved the kitchen table'), he suddenly realized.

Now he'd have to restart the assignment!!!

The low growl of thunder seemed imminent off in the distance. Gray clouds slowly enveloping the sky, were giving everything a gloomy air. Such a dark sense took everything that was usually bright and sunny. Trees now shrouded in darkness, animals quietly ducking for shelter, people quickly walking to their destinations in hurried concessions, all waiting for the onslaught of the rain to come. And all the man, perched by the window could think of while he looked at the
dark beauty before him was...bloody hell.

Such awful weather would be somewhat of a good reason for such course language, but too bad that was the least of the man's thoughts as he said those words. No, bad weather was definitely the last thing on Sirius Black's mind as he got yet another sick feeling at the thoughts of what he was about to do.

Of all the days we had to do this, why is the weather like this? But...Noooo...it couldn't have been sunshine and white fluffy clouds...it just had to be bloody gloomy weather. Wonder if this is some stupid punishment for all of the things we'd ever done, or worse yet...heaven forbid...some kind of sign of what's to come. All in all, Sirius Black's thoughts weren't exactly the kind to give you the warm fuzzies.

Remus Lupin on the other hand, may have been slightly nervous but was definitely faring a lot better than Sirius. Though you might not have been able to tell right off the bat, but on closer inspection and one more familiar with Remus' habits would be able to tell.

For one, Remus seemed to be sporting a new set of dark blue robes that accented his blue eyes. The full moon already having passed a week earlier, he didn't look as peaky, and his wheat blonde hair was neatly parted and combed. To say the least, Remus was looking very good, and very different from his normal shabby and peaky look. This fact wasn't lost on Sirius, so he knew that he wasn't as calm as he seemed. He said as much, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Jeez Moony, I've never seen you look so pretty before and you took nearly 2 hours to get all dolled up. I'm feeling rather put out; you've never tried so hard or looked so good for me." Sirius all but pouted, before he added, "Plus, you shouldn't be so worried. Wasn't this what we both wanted? Everything will be fine..."

Remus just scowled at Sirius, though mostly for being found out so soon. "Well, I'm sorry, its not like I've ever needed to dress nicely , cough"

"Having sex," Sirius interjected

Remus continued however as if he hadn't had been interrupted, because knowing and living with Sirius it became a natural occurrence "...our activities. And for another, weren't YOU the one who was telling me after last nights 'said' activities that you were worried you might be screwing up your best friend's only son?"

With that said, Sirius' disheveled state was now easily spoken for. Oddly enough, he looked a lot more like James with his hair in disarray. His shirt wasn't tucked in, which was shown by his open front black robes. Dark eyes were shot with definite anxiety and the lines that marred his handsome face spoke volumes of his apprehension.

Remus knew that in this state, he would be easily agitated at any given moment. It was utterly strange how concern made him angry, but Remus figured it must've been some kind of defense mechanism.

Sirius' mind however had strayed from the topic for a second, as always. It really did amaze him, how Remus was so afraid to say the words 'sex' when it pertained to them. He wasn't like that back when it all started, but it must've still given him the jitters that someone might find out that they were gay.

And now after 7 years, they'd be going public about it... well not really, more like telling they're family about it. It's a start, right? He really hoped Remus would get over his shyness about their relationship, especially if they were to tell his godson about it tonight. I mean... he showed me pretty damn well how gay he was last night...

Yes, telling Harry that his dad's 2 best friends are a little more than best friends...hell, a LOT more than best friends...which is something that will most definitely scar him for life... well, if we don't do this right. Frankly, Remus had to agree with Sirius on this point. Sending Harry off to Mungos will be pretty hard to cover up with the media...

"Yes, well, I do have the right to be a little nervous, I don't think I remembered to tell you last night...but well...it happened a while back...you know, d-didn't really think it was worth telling." Sirius was obviously having a hard time getting this out, and Remus knew Harry would be here soon, so he cut him off short.

"I know, Sirius. It'll be kind of hard, and awkward at first, but I desperately think it's about time." Remus said, trying to comfort him. "Plus, once he knows we won't have to worry about sneaking off during one of his parties..."

Sirius grinned at the thought, "To have sex. But that's not what I meant." Sirius took a sigh, and frankly this scared Remus more than anything he's ever done. And trust me; Sirius has done a lot of scary things.

"Do you remember that one boy Hermione went out with? Eh...what was his name, Tracey...Halfaman? No, Tracey Halfmoon, that's it! Yeah well, I'm not too clear about the details and Harry was a bit hysterical while he was telling me...well...you know how everyone wants to be close to Harry?" Sirius managed to get out, choppily.

"Yes! Just tell me, Sirius, I can handle it," an exasperated Remus breathed out.

"Alright...well, let's just say our little boy has... well he has more than just girls after him..."

"Well of course, there's plenty of younger and older women going after someone as handsome and famous as Harry..."

"NO," With a sigh Sirius finally just came out with it. "You see...

TraceywasgayandusedHermionetogetclosetoHarry!" Sirius had decided to rush it at the last moment out of fear. "Now swear on everything you hold dear that you won't tell Harry that I told you."

Sirius all of a sudden had a twitchy feel about him. Looking behind his back and around him, half expecting Harry to be there with his wand aimed at him and half expecting Voldemort to jump out and yell 'HEIDY HO' both thoughts really made him want to wet himself silly!

After a few moments trying to decipher what Sirius said, Remus finally retorted, "Well...I guess the Potter charm really does work all the time." Sounding a bit dazed, and wondering what the hell this had to do with their plans to tell Harry the big news tonight... let's just say Remus Lupin was very lost.

Well it wasn't exactly the kind of response he had imagined when he told Remus the news, actually it's a lot better than what he thought his little werewolf would do...After a moment thinking about this and what he'd said, it suddenly dawned on Sirius that he hadn't told him the part that would be a thorn in the grand scheme of things tonight. "Eh...Remus, I love you." Giving him a shaky grin.

"Okay, Sirius, what is going on? You only say 'I love you' in that way, when something bad is about to happen. And frankly the fact that men happen to like Harry is a good thing; he's had a dose of homosexuality..." Remus was beginning to reassure Sirius.

"Argh! No, Remus, that wasn't what I was going to say. It's just that...well...HARRY'S A SLIGHT BIT WEARY OF THE QUEER!!!!" Sirius had had enough. Harry would be here soon, and if he didn't tell Remus this now, they really would have to figure out a way to divert the media away from Harry's oncoming booking into Mungos.

With that said, Remus walked over to a couch in the room and frankly fainted onto it. Sirius, watching and concerned, took a hold of Remus' collar and began to shake him wildly. Panic sure does do weird things to a person...but of course nothing worked, when it came to Sirius, so to wake him up, Sirius did what he did best. A small little prank to give him a good jolt would do the job nicely.

With that said, Sirius straddled Remus' lap and began to do some rather...jerky movements, that oddly enough reminded you of rabbits... He then looked cheekily behind him, and gasped "Oh Merlin, Harry! You shouldn't be interrupting, but then again, Remus has been a rather horny little monster!"

Remus sat up so fast Sirius swore he heard more than a few bones crack and was quickly thrown off his lap. "Harry, this isn't what it looks like! I swear, we were just messing around you know Sirius..." and Remus began to blubber for a good 5 minutes before Sirius politely coughed to gain his attention, while rubbing a sore spot on the back of his head.

"Well, that was a rather good impression of Wormtail, Moony. I say, you haven't been harboring any secret flame for him, have you?" Now that the worst was over, Sirius was as good as new. Not that that's a good thing for Remus, it just means that he's going to be as silly as humanly possible in the hopes to bring himself and those around him to the point of insanity.

"Now Padfoot...you know Harry should be getting here soon... why don't we start talking this whole thing over? I mean, maybe now's not the time to go open with all of this. Better yet, why don't we just enjoy a nice little get together tonight and get things ready for that?" Remus had started to back away; the glint in Sirius' eye was getting him kind of nervous.

"Hmm...I don't think so, Remus. What with all of this drama, I think it's about time we had a little fun." Sirius had also started to walk towards Remus, strategically making sure that Remus fell flat on his back on the coffee table.

"S-Sirius! W-we really m-must discuss this homophobic matter...H-he could-d be here any moment. SIRIUS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY NEW WITH MY SHIRT! Sirius...mm...stop...mm...it, NOW!"

That was all Remus was able to get out. Sirius' charm was one to rival James' but then again Sirius was also very adamant when it came to something he most desperately wanted. And right now, it seemed that he wanted a good snog (bordering on shagging) with his handsome beast.

The bad thing was that they had managed to pick the wrong spot for a good snog. You see, like most common people, the coffee table happened to be in front of the fireplace. The fireplace, which happened to be, of course, the floo place. Of course with their luck, guess who happened to have stepped in?

Well, more like fall in, cause at that exact moment, you would expect none other than Harry Potter himself to be the one who flooed over. Of course, what with Remus and Sirius right in front of the fireplace, the man happened to have fallen on the two hormonal...or was that horny...men.

Good thing was, that it wasn't Harry. It was another man, plain looking to the eye, and rather haggard from what Sirius and Remus could tell. Though of course, a man neither recognized nor knew by Sirius or Remus.

As the mystery man started to brush himself off with a very apparent blush gracing his face, Remus and Sirius finally realized that they were gawking at him...and well...still in a rather embarrassing position. Still it made Sirius grin, noticing that the young man wouldn't look either one of them in the eye.

"Well, now, we were expecting someone else...and I don't mean to be disrespectful...but WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Sirius' bold voice was obviously lacking the politeness cause of the loss of precious snogging time...

"Eh...what he means to say is, um...might I ask what your doing in our apartment, sir?" Remus eyed Sirius lazily, knowing that nothing he or anybody said would ever change his behavior. I pray to god this man, is at least a LITTLE bit more tolerant to Sirius' bad manners than the others...

"Well monsieur I have come bearing terrible news. You see...Harry Potter was just killed tonight...." He had bowed his head and his hat in his hands, fingering it nervously as he waited to see their reactions to the news.

Sirius and Remus' eyes were wide and disbelieving after all their discussions, after all their worries... this was just plain cruel. The messenger began to shuffle a bit, the tension in the room making him even more uncomfortable.

"I'm most sorry monsieur..."

"Don't be. This is what we get, Remus, look at what we've done. The day we tell him something that could've possibly given himself a heart attack and die, he actually goes off and kills himself."

Both men practically fell on the loveseat in the living room. Remus replied with a curt, "Oh how cruel irony is..."

After a moment of silence, the messenger was suddenly before Sirius, "So Sirius...Sirius...Sirius...SIRIUS!"

"Huh?!" Sirius quickly snapped out of his thoughts. Remus was looking pointedly at him in a disapproving matter, as he covered up for Sirius' lack of participation in their conversation with Harry.

Harry was now looking away from Sirius, after having asked him a question that the older man failed to answer. After that, Harry began to ask insane questions such as "Oh, I can have your new motorcycle now?" or "WOW! You're going to shave your head bald, so I can make a wig that looks exactly like your hair for me?"

All of the formerly mentioned questions failed to be answered. Sirius could hear tidbits of the lies Remus quickly aimed at Harry, in his defense. Things like "He IS getting old...didn't get his afternoon nap...you know that old joker..." dying off in a nervous chuckle. Sirius didn't really care; all of it sounded boring, and he was instantly thinking about his latest dream.

Of course the way things were going on in my dream would probably be a lot better than what was going on now... Sirius was bored stiff. He sat there, slumped on a chair in the living room. His head was tilted and rested on his arm, which rested on the arm of the chair.

You see, it had been hours upon hours since the snog, and all Remus had done once he managed to gain some self control was to sit and talk about their 'Homophobe Harry' situation. Frankly it earned the capitals in the name, because they had exhausted the conversation to the point where both Sirius and Remus were knackered.

Of course, just as Sirius had gotten Remus back on the coffee table, thinking Harry had something else to do that day, the younger man decided to stumble upon them...much like what Sirius had dreamed the messenger had done. And of course Remus had to blubber around about Sirius tickling him with no mercy. To make things just peachy, Harry apologized profusely about auror business taking him away, and actually bought the load of bull Remus hand fed him.

And now, here he sat bored nearly to tears, listening to Remus and Harry talk on the loveseat about something. Of course that something didn't include homosexual relations between them, and now how the hell were they supposed to be able to sneak out to snog?!? To amuse himself, Sirius had begun to imagine the different possible outcomes of tonight.

This had caused a grin on his face, that Harry happened to have noticed. "So Sirius what's so funny that's caused you to be grinning like a maniac that just got away with the kill?"

Hmm...the kill, eh? He's almost close; no wonder why he decided to become an auror. "Uh...well its funny you should say that. Um...well you see I happen to be in a relationship now. And the thought of that special someone, is what's really making me happy." Sirius was giving that wolfish grin now, and looking devilishly towards Remus. Remus on the other hand was waving his hands wildly in a sad attempt to tell Sirius 'no' over Harry's head.

Harry grinned, liking the thought he might have a surrogate mother soon. "THAT'S GREAT SIRIUS! I mean, I know you loved your bachelorhood and all...to bag one of the finest wizards the wizarding world has to offer, this special someone must be incredible!"

"More like insane..." Remus muttered under his breath.

Of course, Harry wouldn't be deterred, "Well at least I know you have good taste; better than Hermione's with that Tracey bloke..."

With those first words, both Sirius and Remus paled and went deadly silent. A scared look was passed between the two, as a very oblivious Harry kept going on and on about Sirius' new lover. Though what he said was lost to his hosts' ears, both men's thoughts were very grave indeed.

"Um...Harry you wouldn't mind if me and Sirius went to the kitchen for a bit. We...uh...we well had a surprise dinner for you, and we both need to finish up a bit. I know how tired you are, so why don't you just lay back and relax." With that said, Remus promptly dragged Sirius to the kitchen by his ear.

"Owww!!! Remus...." Sirius had started to whine again.

"DID I NOT TELL YOU WE WEREN'T GOING TO DO THIS TONIGHT! DID WE NOT SIT IN THIS VERY FLAT AND DID WE NOT HAVE THE CONVERSATION ABOUT THIS PROBLEM! SO WHY THE HELL MUST YOU BRING IT BACK TO THIS!!!!! NOW HARRY WILL ASK WHO YOUR MYSTERY LOVER IS AND YOU HAD BETTER FIND A WOMAN AND FAST, BECAUSE WE ARE NOT DOING THIS NOW!!!" Remus was sorely out of breath after that rant.

Sirius was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, picking on some fruit on the counter. "You done yet? Well, after that wonderful conversation earlier and sitting to your invigorating conversation with Harry, that I'd have a little fun. I was bored, and you know how I get when I'm bored. So I blame this whole predicament on you!"

Remus began to massage his temples; maybe he should've made Sirius go out for the day while he talked to Harry. But then again if he had, he would've screwed up royally, for he didn't know about Harry's homophobic ways. Life sure is one big misery...

Remus was now sitting beside Sirius by the kitchen counter, which wasn't that good of an idea... especially if you knew Sirius. Frankly, it's safe to say he had a one-track mind. As Remus was sitting with his back to Sirius, thinking that this was possibly the second worst day of his life...err maybe the fifth worstday of his life... Sirius of course never missed an opportunity to get a good snog, because hopefully it would turn into a good shag and here was his chance.

"Hmm...Sirius that feels so good...hmm" Sirius had started to massage Remus' tension-filled back and frankly having Sirius' experienced hands on his back was something he'd swear he'd never turn down till the end of his days. Even though it should've registered in his mind that this was a bad sign. After such a tiring day, with nothing centering on Sirius, it was bound to happen soon.

Sirius mind was working...working fast, trying to think up a way to get what he wanted before Remus realized what it was that he was doing. By massaging slowly, he knew he'd be distracted for as long as he massaged. But he needed more, going slowly and patience wasn't what Sirius was famous for...

"So Remus...is your back feeling better? I want you well rested..." Sirius had left the sentence unfinished for added affect.

Remus was now engrossed in the wonderful things Sirius' hands were doing to his back. So much so, that he couldn't comprehend what exactly it was that Sirius was saying and just kept nodding. Without realizing it, he had just agreed to lie down on the kitchen counter for a supposed "massage". Remus was quite content until that is, he felt Sirius straddle him.

"Sirius, what the hell are you doing!" Remus' arms were flailing about, trying to reach for anything that would free him from Sirius' grasp. All the while thinking this is definitely not my day.

"Sirius! How can you think about...THAT.... at a time like this!?!" Remus indignantly sputtered at, while adjusting his mussed up robes. Sirius on the other hand was conked out on the floor; one of Remus' brass pots newly dented lay beside him.

"Jeez Remus! That seriously hurt!" Sirius looked on the verge of tears while rubbing the back of his head gingerly. Never let it be known that Moony has one heck of a swing!

"Sirius, that was neither the right time nor the right place to be doing this! Harry is right outside that door, right there! What would've happened if he'd walked in on us?" Remus had an uncanny way of reminding Sirius of Lily's old lecturing self.

"What!? It wasn't as if I'd done anything wrong..." Sirius raised a hand to stop whatever it was that Remus was going to say. "I mean seriously! It wasn't as if I was going 'Oh Remus! TAKE ME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW ON THE KITCHEN TABLE, YOU RANDY BASTARD YOU!'"

Outside, Harry practically choked on his bottle of butterbeer and gave the door to the kitchen a disgruntled look. Before he...

Remus' eyebrows rose dangerously high into his hairline, disbelief at Sirius' awful attempt at a falsetto and the fact that he was now on the table trying to pose like a harlot.

"What are you, an idiot? I just washed that table before Harry came over!" Remus reprimanded a rather comical looking Sirius.

"Oh come on—"

But that was all that Sirius was able to get out before a sharp and unexpected slap to his face came his way. Sirius almost expected to be sleeping on the couch with the look Remus was giving him. The weird thing was that his cheek had the odd feeling of still being slapped over and over...

Sirius' eyes blearily opened, a light above him making his eyes burn. "Am I in heaven...?" Another sharp slap came to his left cheek. He now seemed to realize whoever it was, was alternating the slaps between his cheeks.

Now that he was awake and talking, Harry and Remus decided not to bother with anything else. What was the point in asking him how many fingers they were holding up when they could see he was already awake? There was also no point in asking him any questions about time, events, or anything else for that matter seeing as this was Sirius we were talking about.

"Ehh...you know what, Harry? Maybe it's time for you to go... Not that we don't appreciate spending time with you... but—"

At this point Remus leaned in towards Harry, at the same time as Harry leaned his ear towards Remus, giving a nice sidelong glance at the still sitting and dazed Sirius. "Sirius doesn't seem to be quite feeling well... I think it's best he get tucked in before he does himself some real harm" – I think he's done more harm to our relationship than can handle...or fix, that is—", why don't you leave this all to me. I'm pretty sure he'll be pretty embarrassed at what he's done –" yeah right—", especially since it's in front of his godson and all."

Seeing as Sirius had been acting funny all night, Harry pretty much bought the entire load of bullhonkey Remus fed him – I guess you really are a marauder Remus! Either that, or we really need to get Harry up to par? What do you think? Oh...well... OH YEAH! I didn't do that much damage. (Thinks to self: not as much as I usually do, anyways evil grin)—. With one final word to Sirius, stating that he hoped the older man would feel better soon, Harry was gone.

Remus was definitely not in the mood; once Harry was gone he turned back to a now sheepish Sirius. Oh he 'tucked' Sirius into bed... the couch bed! That bloody bastard knew that his blood pressure was high enough as it was without him adding to the mix!

Sirius on the other hand, wasn't as fazed by what had occurred that night. But what really got him was...

What a horrible night it truly was... Remus didn't give me my goodnight kiss...

It was near the end of the week, and all Sirius and Remus could say was that it could've possibly been THE most horrible week in both of their lives. Well... almost...

Both Remus and Sirius collapsed on their bed in their flat. Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the ceiling with tired, weary expressions. Still fully clothed, and the room so dark you could barely see anything, neither man spoke.

They were lost in their own thoughts for a while, enjoying the peace and solitude. That is until they finally thought it was getting a bit eerie, which was when they both looked at each other and said at the same time: "WE'RE GOING TO BE SECRETLY GAY FOR THE REST OF OUR MISERABLE LIVES!"

After the week they'd both gone through, they had every right to say this.

Day 2

Yesterday being everyone's lounge day Sunday – you mean a ruddy lousy one Sirius— Monday, was looking to be a brighter day. That is, until Sirius got to Hogwarts.

Remus was off doing Merlin-knows-what, and Sirius, being the brave and daring person that he is, went off to Hogwarts, the school for the ickle witches and wizards, you know what I mean. Right? Anyway, it just so happens Harry was working some of his substitute flying instructor skills that day, and Sirius decided that maybe now would be a good time to get down with the dirty. 'Not to mention the fact that it would be a great way to make it up to Remus... off the couch and back into the room... so that we can... cough cough...if you know what I mean.'

The only good thing about that day was possibly the fact that dumb luck was on their side that morning. I mean, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Sirius was wandering through the halls – nostalgia really gets you there! I swear! Sirius— when he decided to go down to the teacher's lounge. Thinking he was just going to go see Minnie before he'd have to take Hogwarts' impending doom out of there fast!

Just as Sirius was about to take the final turn before the teacher's lounge, he spotted Harry walking absentmindedly in there with paper work. When Harry opened the door, Sirius could even see that there wasn't anyone in there! He couldn't believe his luck, and after a quick pep talk to himself –don't ask— he walked towards the door.

No one would've really noticed that he was nervous, unless you were up close. Sweat was creasing his brow, and his hands were slightly clenched at his sides. You might've thought he was a man walking death row...if you knew him very well, which Hermione did.

Becoming the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts was an honor; an honor Hermione had gladly accepted when McGonagall had approached her about it. Now, because of it, Harry and Hermione had plenty of reason to see each other, and Ron did love Hogwarts (well the place not the schoolwork).

When Harry came to Ron and Hermione after his weekly visit to Sirius and Remus, they really hadn't thought much about it. I mean, what Harry did say, did sound a bit odd, but that was only if you didn't know a person as...spirited, shall we say...as 'the' Sirius Black. They'd rather absentmindedly chalked it up to some reason or another about them being old and wanting one final prank to pull.

That was, until Hermione had spotted the strange behavior happening all over the place. Remus and Sirius just happened to be everywhere that Harry was. Whispering to each other, looking as if death was about to come, and so much more that Hermione herself was getting interested in what was going on between the two.

And low and behold, one of the only times that they were separated, Sirius comes here to Hogwarts and acting as odd as she was sure the day he was born. She was beginning to think it was something horrible, I mean 'one' man doesn't even take this long to ask a woman to marry a man! Let alone two!

Maybe Ron and I should've taken a better look at this. Hermione decided she'd let things go for now and wait to make her analysis of what exactly was going on here.

...To be continued...

Ending Note: Well there's the end of chapter one of this fic. I have no idea how long it's going to be, maybe 2-3 chapters. But this is my first real fic and I just wanted to see if it would do any good, or if I should just go crawl underneath my covers and never pick up another pencil in my life. I know its not that much, but I tried that's all I can say.

Anyways, I hope there are people out there who have some ideas, because my lousy bums of friends aren't very helpful in that department. So send me an email or a review and I'll try and incorporate any ideas out there! Which leads me to my final point...PLEASE REVIEW, FLAME, OR JUST ANYTHING!!!!!!

Bye for now.